"Escape" he told me

"I need to escape"

At fifteen, life has already taken him captive

Haze has become his reality

A breath of chemicals in exchange for a moment of freedom

A moment that ends so soon 

"I need to be cool

I need to fit in"

Popularity is the currency of youth

Mold yourself, cut bits off

Doesn't matter

Trade your future for right now

Did we ever plan on living past eighteen 

"It's just for fun

Calm down, it's not a big deal"

But I have never been good at keeping calm

I'll scream about the follies of youth until my youth is gone

We make mountains into molehills 

And put it off another day

We make molehills into mountains 

And waste our energy

We all find our own escapes

Nicotine, alcohol, yellow paint

Is building a comfortable life so impossible?

I want a life I don't have to escape from 

I want that for you too